Sunday, December 12, 2010

All latch keys look identical.

Smooth, soft velvety cinders were exploding a network of totally ripe swirling black lillies joyfully. Now I've Seen It All, I thought, as i slowly unravelled like a ball of yarn. All of a sudden, the devil collected my clatter machines, that greet you and say 'All Is Full Of Love'. Then the devil slid inside me, causing emotional landscapes to burst like old train sounds. I almost allowed my fingers to stroke. The shame is endless. Although, his wet embrace is a fortress. It fuels me and places a slippery submarine in my lost lands.
How I love him.

note- the previous passage was made entirely of Bjork lyrics. Suck on that, bitch.